The Importance of Being Human Part 7
Every time the battle broke for the winter, Finnr made his way home. He would have injuries from time to time, including a cut under his eye that ended up scarring, but he always returned. His other family was as happy as I was. He would come to my home and tell me about his battles and how he and his sword were practically unstoppable. There was a haunted look in his eye that he masked with his usual jokes and ribaldry. Witnessing battle could be hard on some. That much death, and pain, and gore…. War was not the pastime of men with gentle natures. Finnr tried to keep himself from developing a hard edge like some of the other men did. I would go to his home at night and take away his nightmares. He wouldn’t have to relive his battles like the other young men. It might seem cruel to rel
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